So here's my thing about 007. I feel that if Daniel Craig would rather slash his wrists than reprise his role as James Bond, we need to look for another dude like him
I was fortunate to be at the National Centre for the Performing Arts, the evening Mumbai met Magneto. When Aamir Khan interviewed a real actor — Sir Ian McKellen
I LOVE partnerships between two men or two women. Not business alliances
What's the most important thing affecting Mother ‘Bharat’ at the moment?
So, I’ve always been fascinated with big leadership. Not small leadership, like running a building society or a 5,000-1 odds winning football team
So, since December last year, I've gone fully retro. I've opted for round black discs. I've chosen revolutions per minute (RPM), I've re-discovered rock and roll on records. I'm a member of two rock Whatsapp groups (one of them, Rhythm House devotees)
So, we Indians have been brainwashed into believing the British stole much from us (I mean they did give us the English language, locomotive networks, and law courts), but by and large they looted, and left us independent of a lot of our treasures — diamonds, statues, artefacts, swords and Freddie Mercury
And, so Gurgaon has been renamed Gurugram. Residents of India's third most profitable city are at a loss to understand this inane reform. "Trust public sector sloth to always mess up private sector success," my buddies from the 'Millenium City' rant
So I have recited my morning 'Bharat mata ki jai' to prove my patriotism and avoid any danger of being beheaded. Prince William and his Kate are coming to town. They're going to play a cricket match with NGO kids. This is 2016 Lagaan, sans Aamir Khan
I've decided, I want to be Virat Kohli when I grow up. Or, at any rate, I want to be his clone. I want to reach his level of fitness, be that rich
So, Dada and Didi invited The Big B, the Little Master and evergreen Imran Khan to inaugurate the Indo-Pak summit T20 clash last Sunday in Kolkota.
Okay, so I’m going to just come right out and say it — Indian kids annoy me. Let me rephrase that before I get lynched — Indian kids whose parents let them run amok in restaurants, airport lounges, airplanes and movie houses, annoy me.
So it was a bright sunny morning when PM Modi Whatsapped MS Dhoni
In ‘Incredible India’, I’m getting increasingly confused with the English language. Stuck between this new weird Hindustani style word-play and the cryptic coolness of hipster-speak, I’m perplexed.
And so, the other evening, Jesus Christ, our Lord, called me
TWENTY fours years ago, my friend Sabbas Joseph (now the Wizcraft chief) and I stood nervously outside the St Xavier’s College principal’s office — Sabbas was the editor of the college magazine, The Xavierite — he’d written a controversial piece on the faulty nature of conducting exams. I’d written something on the questionable nature of the church.
USA politics fascinates and foxes me in equal measure. The Senate, the primaries, why Utah and Ohio are so vital
So, I’ve been invited to a wedding, a big fat Indian ‘shaadi’, next month. Nothing unusual about that
You see, I’ve realised that I am old-fashioned. Every day, it is becoming clearer and clearer to me that I am out of touch with today’s reality. Let me take you through my slow descent in certain areas.
So, as December morphs into January, and as debauched, dhaba food dabaoing, drunken sod, ‘chaddi buddies’ head back to their NRI lives/nature parks/nip tuck discipline - and I who have been tour operator/team leader/tout/tangdi kebab supplier, struggles for equilibrium, some random thoughts about Indian life: